Commentary by T. Acheley:

Thy booke beginning sweete and ending sowre,Deere friend, bewrayes thy false successe in love,Where smiling first, thy Mistres falles to lowre,When thou did'st hope her curtesie to prove;And finding thy expected lucke to fayle,Thou falle from praise, and dost begin to rayle.To use great tearmes in praise of thy devise,I thinke were vaine: therefore I leave them out;Content thee, that the Censure of the wiseHath put that needeles question out of doubt:Yet how I weigh the worke that thou hast wrought,My judgement I referre unto thy thought.